Chuck sat on top of you for some time as he sunbathed. Pretty soon his eyes had begun to droop, and he was fast asleep, snoring every so often.
You were still pinned y him throughout, hi body weight practically crushing you under hi massive ass. Even when you struggled, you couldn’t free yourself. At any rate, he’d eventually wake up and leave, wouldn’t he? Even if it was hard to breath, and you were pinned against his nasty, sweaty speedo-clad ass, it couldn’t get much worse, right?
You spoke too soon however. Grandpa Chuck grumbles, and you can hear his stomach gurgle. He shifts a little bit in his sleep, before raising his leg and letting out a stinking FRRRRRRRRT right in your face. The blast of hot, disgusting gas makes your eyes water. It smells awful. What had he been eating? Of course, with all the chili dogs he’d eaten, you guessed it couldn’t be helped.
Unfortunately, the gas explosions didn’t end there, and Grandpa Chuck, sleepily rubbing his belly, continued to rip more ass on your face. Enormous, fifteen-second farts blasting out every so often.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
FFFFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLLLBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
PPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTT
It was horrible, and seemingly endless. You struggled harder now, even attempting to yell, even though you didn’t think he could hear you. He was fast asleep, and you were so small and stuck beneath where the foul smells and noises were emanating from. You seemingly had no choice except to accept being trapped here and forced to huff his rancid farts.
There was another loud, blustery FRRRRRRRRRRRRARRRRRRRRRRTTTTT from Chuck’s rear, and he sleepily giggled at it. You guessed he must feel relieved to let it out like this. Didn’t make it less disgusting though.